deceased and unable to fathom anything other than thunderous and encapsulating sorrow - am now 18 and still drowning in a miasma of heartache which bleeds this potent red colour.
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Stories by Zakkhyy
The Poems In My Head
Collection of poems written by myself revolving around topics of Love, Romance, Death, Depression, Hatred and...
Red Roses
"She was something more, he was something less, If things could be perfect, she would be his best"
Cut Deep
"Sometimes the reasons for your highs, are the reasons for your lows"